She was drown in the shadows of a past she dare not escape.
Bound by an invisable chain, anchored, and weighting her down.
In a painful comfort of dysfunction, this chain rubbed raw places in her mind.
Like an addict in her ways, kindness and happiness slipped through her open grasp, so she could wade into the familiar waters once again wrapped in her sadness.
it is sad how some you love SO dearly seem to love their problems and past more than the life they could lead in the present. The observation is this damage creates a dysfunctional behavior where the victim thrives on problems, not happiness, and can and will help everyone but themselves.
